After a very long time, I finally finished Kirishimaâs room for The Sims 4. I canât upload all the files since some were altered from pre existing mods, and uploading those are against the rules. But if thereâs anything you want in particular, give me a shout~
Iâve been pretty disappeared  lately since Iâve been going thru a lot of things, I kinda took a break, BUTâŚ. I needed to draw something for THE special moment!Â
I like how the âMonoma is getting beaten up for being an assâ along with the âMineta is getting beaten up for being a pervâ is a thing now and Iâm dumb for not appreciating it sooner
warnings: yandere, mentions of violence, smoking, creepy, dark themes
A/N: This is just a short little snoot based on a scary story I used to tell around the fire while camping. Mind the warnings.Â
It had been several years since Izuku Midoriya disappeared without a trace. The police and the heroes alike searched for months and months with nobody finding a damn thing. It was a national tragedy; Deku had the potential to change the world for the better and his loss would never be forgotten. There was even a day reserved for him where people would light green candles and place them on their porches and balconies where they would pray for his return. His mother wailed, his friends mourned, and you were free.
You were free. Free from those yearning stares, those two-long hand touches, those unsolicited gifts, and those unwarranted nighttime visits. You always knew you were never safe with Midoriya aroundâor possibly you were too safeâand when he stopped existing, your life had gotten better. Easier. You no longer had to live on edge, afraid of catching a tuft of green hair around every corner, spying on you through any window he could find, finding you even when you were out of town. He was gone.Â
You were free. Until you werenât.
It was all over the news: the surprising resurgence of the tragically-lost, rising hero Deku. Youâd heard it and seen it. The man who claimed to be Izuku Midoriya had the same unruly, curly hair that bounced when he walked, the same eager, green eyes that complimented his innocent facade, and the same brutal scars from all those times heâd broken his bones that fed his emblem. He looked exactly like Midoriya, only more refined. He was more muscular, a tad taller, and there was a gleam in his eyes that hadnât been there before. Youâd heard from friends all about how he retained all of his memories from before his disappearanceâeven the ones that nobody would know about except for himâbut had no memory of where heâd been or what had happened while he was lost.
There wasnât a single soul on the planet that didnât believe that Midoriya had returned. You knew better. You knew that he, whoever he was, was an imposter. But it wasnât like you could prove it.
For weeks, you avoided places where you knew this faux-Midoriya was going to be. Friends invited you to âwelcome backâ parties where Midoriyaâs life would be celebrated, but you never showed. You didnât take the main streets where you knew this new hero would be patrolling, always making sure to check the news to see every instance the camera caught him performing one of his many good deeds. You mightâve been getting a little obsessive yourself, but it was worth it to never have contact with the imposter.
It didnât take much time for the long-forgotten creeping feeling to sneak its way into your home and on your skin. You didnât think that faux-Midoriya would know to stalk you like the real Midoriya, especially since the real Midoriya had always kept that part of his life secret and safe, just as you kept the event that let you know Midoriya wasnât really back locked away inside your mind. You hadnât ever told anybody about it. Still, you knew he was watching you. You never saw him, but you felt him.
As the days progressed, this feeling only got worse. You would find bouquets of flowers left on your doorstep and little notes left on your car. Youâd told you friends how you were feeling unsafe, dancing around the topic of how insane you thought the world was for buying that Midoroya had returned, but whenever you brought it up, you were met with rolling eyes and tea sips. Even Bakugou believed it was really Midoriya who had returned, and youâd only found out that little fact when you attended a rather large get-together at a nearby bar to celebrate a huge win for the Ground Zero hero agency.
The only reason you went out was because you thought Midoriya wasnât going to be there. You missed seeing people, and youâd thought you were going to be safe since Bakugou never seemed to like Midoriya, but it seemed that years away from oneâs annoying ex-rival softens one up a little.
Panic struck you as soon as you saw him. The imposter was chatting it up with another hero, asking them questions about their quirk and support items, much like the real Midoriya would be doing, when those soft green eyes slid over to you. His face lit up and he smiled that smileâthe one that was only reserved exclusively for you, the one that made chills run down your spine. Â
You were out the door immediately, shaking uncontrollably, crumbling against the barâs side wall. It took a couple attempts for you to finally light the cigarette between your trembling fingers, but before you could take your first drag, you heard him speak.
âYou really shouldnât smoke.â His voice was like sweet cream, rich and soft. Your gaze went up to meet familiar kind, dishonest eyes. âYouâve always had such pretty skin. Iâd hate to see you ruin it.â
âM-Midoriya,â you whispered, tone flat, voice hoarse. He crouched down beside you and brushed some of the hair in your face back and behind your hair. It was such a small gesture, but you felt completely violated.
âHi, bunny,â not-Midoriya said, âItâs good to see you.â
You shook your head, because his appearance was absolutely uncanny. This man was Izuku Midoriya, only there was no possible way that could be true.
Midoriya seemed content by your befuddlement. You were sure he was enjoying this new life, eating up all the attention heâd gotten since his return, but he didnât have you to torture. The real Midoriya could never live without filling you up with unease.
He eyed the cigarette burning between your fingers and clicked his tongue. âYouâre shivering,â he mused, taking the cigarette out of your hand. He smiled faintly at its cherry, took a long drag, and put it out against the brick wall. Then, he clasped his hands over yours. âDo you know how much Iâve missed you?â
âDonât-!â
His touch lingered like it always used to. He hummed and brushed his thumb down the palm of your hand, gazing up at you through too-long lashes. âIâve missed that face youâre making too.â
You had to remind yourself that it wasnât him. It couldnât possibly be him. You knew better. You knew what happened. It wasnât him.
âI know what youâre thinking.â Midoriya flashed a wide, pearly-white smile and brought your hand up to his cheek. He was warm from his blushing. Heâd always been so warm. He closed his eyes and pushed your hands down to his neckâthe last place youâd touched him when he was alive. âBut you should know,â he whispered darkly, ânothing will ever keep me from my bunny for too long.â
âNo,â you croaked, pulling your hand back. This wasnât real. He was supposed to be gone. You were supposed to be free.
âYes,â he crooned, eyes opened and gleaming with delight..
It couldnât be him. It could never be him. Izuku Midoriya was gone, and this man was a fraud. You were sure of it. He could look, sound, and feel like him, but there was a zero percent possibility that he had returned.
You would know. You burned his body after you killed him.
I really wish they gave dabi some nuance Jesus he doesnât care about the lov, shoto or even natsuo I get that heâs a villain but itâs hard to believe he cares for no one I feel like Horikoshi randomly gave him a huge kill count to justify the pros actions.
Also why is no one talking about Endeavor ABUSE the whole reason dabi is doing this. He literally exposed him and all the hero just donât care maybe thatâs the point but itâs really jarring.
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